• 24 back north

    From MICHAEL LOO@1:123/140 to ALL on Friday, September 27, 2019 08:21:12
    I got up a bit early to make a hurried breakfast (not too successful,
    as I didn't cook the eggs enough for Lilli but too much for Swisher,
    plus I had skimped on the butter) and have a last chat with Ian and
    Jacquie before taking off by 1030 in order to make the 1700 deadline
    for returning the car.

    A long trip back that had a bad start when the GPS told us to go a
    weird way to the A20, which didn't become apparent until it said to
    turn right into the side of a building, no street in sight. Ian's
    way, heading apprently wrong but correcting on the A89, would have
    worked better, as would I suspect going through Clermont-Ferrand,
    which we hadn't adequately researched. Anyhow, we endured two hourlong
    traffic jams and ended up half an hour late; luckily at the car rental
    return the agent didn't give us any guff; I believe the overstay was
    forgiven; anyway we will find out when the final bill comes.

    We were soon on our way to our respective hotels; Swisher crapped out
    and went straight to the Novotel despite my pointing out that beer was
    free at our hotel happy hour, which lasted until 8, so we had over an
    hour to enjoy it.

    The Hilton executive lounge served some ordinary Provencal red that
    would have been considered okay but for what we'd been feasting on for
    a week. Snacks included carpaccio, prosciutto, and a rather bizarre
    chicken pizza. After a few glasses and a vain attempt to get enough nourishment, we went next door to the Skylight restaurant. There Lilli
    got a Hilton burger, which was really, really good, and a glass of
    Belleruche Cotes du Rhone, which was pretty, pretty good. It cost a
    whole bunch more than free, though.

    I just asked for the foie gras appetizer and a glass of Trianon de
    Filhot, which was enough for a meal, three one-ounce slices from a
    torchon and a surprisingly nice and fairly complex Sauternes with some Botrytis bitterness (a lot, actually), strong apricotty pineapply
    sweetness, and a long Botrytized finish.

    Our room was a bigger ordinary room; our upgrade was a view
    of the runway. Luckily the soundproofing here was good.

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    Breakfast offerings were generous by US standards, skimpy by
    European ones. I had a bowl of grapefruit segments with a glass of
    grapefruit juice, a couple of those greasy, gristly sausages with
    skin ground in, which I like, and limp bacon, which I don't mind.
    Decent pain de chocolat and substandard hot chocolate.

    We were both still a bit under the weather, so we decided not to
    take either a bus or a train to some adventure destination, instead
    lazing in the room a long time before going around Roissypole looking
    at all the hotel restaurant cartes, the two local places Lilli
    remembered either being closed on Sunday or closed altogether.

    We retreated back to the lounge, and guess what can be worse than
    chicken pizza? you guessed right - zucchini pizza. So after knocking
    down a glass of red, we went across the way to the Novotel, whose
    restaurant menu has the virtue of being different from the Hilton's
    and a bit cheaper too. Lilli, always ready to take a chance, got the
    burger de boeuf Limousin, Cheddar et bacon et sa salade with puree
    de pomme de terre au beurre de baratt. You get what you pay for -
    the burger was E4 cheaper and I figure half as good as at the Hilton;
    it was a frozen preformed 6-oz patty cooked from frozen, and whatever
    virtue Limousin beef has was undetectable. Beurre de baratte is the
    butter equivalent of sour cream and made the mash okay.

    Chinon˙Les Terroirs Rabelaisiens 2017 (Loire) was a somewhat stemmy
    and black peppery but otherwise ordinary local Pinot Noir.

    I got ribs de boeuf caramelises, sauce signature - the ribs were a
    real short rib and its chuck cap, so that was good. The 6-ish-oz
    piece was sous-vided and then browned in not enough fat, so the
    texture on the browned side was peculiar. It was strangely
    underseasoned; I guess that job was supposed to be taken by the
    signature sauce made by Kraft or worse on the side, about which
    one can only say thank goodness it was on the side.

    Should have stayed with a good thing, Plus I get points for
    eating at the Hilton.
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